I've blithered at length before about how so many of my dreams take place in one immense building, like an entire university in one building, also including a mall, parking garage, hotel, etc. Last night, the scene shifted. A series of discrete (or discreet, depending which one's funnier) buildings, all boxy, all made of clear glass. I don't remember what the first two were, but the third one was something like a library with many computer terminals. I was looking for one that was unoccupied and couldn't find one. When I woke up, I was shocked and pleased to have had a dream where I was looking for something and it wasn't a urinal. Sorry, I get so tired of that kind of dream.
There was also some business where I was outside, walking along the sidewalk and some woman spoke very loudly. I said, "Shut up!" or something like it. It turned out that she was a jogger passing me, and I was very embarrassed. What I can't figure out is under what circumstances it wouldn't have been rude to say that. The real one, I guess: the voice almost certainly came from the old-time radio program I was playing at the time. I guess sleeping me realized it and then dreaming me provided a person for the voice to have come from, and then I was embarrassed for being rude in my sleep. Or some damn thing.
I saw Dad's new room. It's smaller than his current one, and spend-his-entire-pension expensive. But he can afford it and certainly deserves it. And as I say, it might provide a kick in the butt for him to try harder to get home. Or at least stronger. Let's hope it does.
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